The evil king protects the short

Chapter 605 Repeat the tragedy of thousands of years ago? 4 (repaired)

Of course Emperor Gui did not miscalculate, but the Dragon King was also extremely stubborn. Even if he ordered the shrimp soldiers and crab generals to search the Dragon Palace, he still insisted that there were no strangers intruding into the palace.

The main hall of the Crystal Palace was filled with low air pressure that lasted for a long time, Zong Zehong's face was like a black god, and the Dragon King was suppressing his temper with his beard and staring eyes. Mindful of Emperor Gui's presence, he gave way.

until……

"Dragon King! Lord Dragon King! Report—!"

Suddenly, a shrimp soldier in human form rushed into the Crystal Palace, as if there was something urgent to report.

"Say! What's the matter!"

Seeing that the visitor was so anxious, the Dragon King was taken aback. Could it be that a stranger broke into the Dragon Palace?
"The prince...the prince has returned to the palace!"

Panting, Xia Bing stroked his chest and pointed directly in the direction of the coffin palace outside the crystal palace.

"Who? Who's back?"

As if he didn't hear clearly, and as if he didn't believe it, the Dragon King was suddenly shocked, stood up from the dragon seat and glared at the shrimp soldier.

"Prince Helian! Prince Long has returned to the palace!"

"What! The bastard is back?"

A terrifying dragon roar instantly made people's hearts tremble.

"That brat knows how to come back! Go! Let him come to see this king!"

Following the roar of the Dragon King, he waved his hand and fanned the shrimp soldiers under him out of the Crystal Palace.

"Let Helian Yinxue, that unfilial son, come and see this king!"

Helian Yinxue's return to the palace was another fuel to the Dragon King's fire. Although no one knew why the Dragon King was suddenly so irritable, in anyone's opinion, it was better to keep a respectful distance.

"Old Dragon, that kid Yinxue loves to play, why get angry."

After the shrimp soldiers were fanned out of the Crystal Palace, Emperor Gui suddenly smiled and said helplessly.

The dragon eyes glared angrily, looking at the emperor tortoise, the words of the Dragon King were inconceivable.

"Playful? That kid has been gone for a hundred years! He didn't even say hello! If it weren't for the king's fate, he would not come to see him when he died!"

The roar again made Zong Zehong and others feel pain in their eardrums.

And the name Helian Yinxue also attracted Zong Zehong's attention.

Inside the coffin palace.

Low sobs, snot and tears.

Ni Ling held her stomach and leaned against the pillar on the edge of the bed. The pain finally eased, but she couldn't accept it for a while when she saw her stomach that was suddenly as big as a watermelon.

"This... such a big belly, can't even walk..."

Wiping her tears, her purple eyes were flushed from crying. She had been like this for several hours.

Helian Yinxue and Yehuo looked at each other, speechless, not knowing what to do.

"Who knows what will happen next, with that big belly...I will definitely drag my husband down..."

As soon as the word "husband" was said, Helian Yinxue and Ye Huo saw it clearly, and the person beside the bed cried even harder...

"Brother, isn't the child in this girl's belly yours?"

Afraid of disturbing the crying of the young girl in front of her, Ye Huo leaned into Helian Yinxue's ear and asked in extreme surprise.

It's just that these words also fell into Ni Ling's ears by chance.

"Hey... Who told you that the ball in my stomach belongs to the big white dragon! Which eye did you see?"

While talking, a pillow that Ni Ling grabbed casually threw it at Ye Huo.

Pregnant people...moody.

Yehuo was hit straight by the pillow, but he was not angry, and just asked Helian Yinxue again.

"Brother, people are pregnant with other people's seeds, why do you bring them back?"

But at this moment, there was a sudden sound from outside the hall.

(Xuan Ling is coming out soon. Are Ni Ling and Zong Zehong separated or separated? What about the child? Who does the child belong to? Damn it! The cat can't wait to write this!)

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(End of this chapter)